inspiring one self
raising standards to grow further
aspire high
to touch the sky
often ask what you want from life
aim or just to be happy
too much focussed
to enjoy life
racing for mirage
desire to be satisfied
but greed
dismay satisfaction
heavy head with thoughts
bursting into headaches
overambitious persuasions
killing enamor of the moment
high tide of thoughts
rushing out of mind
finding ways
to overpower the hurdles
why I am thinking this?
what will I get through all this?
where is my peace of mind?
let me take a deep breath........
to answer questions which I raised

brandmile "bad fashion days" contest

Gosh! those were the days when I joined the college and college meant to me was a platform to show my fashion statements like in typical movies.With that sort of stuff in my mind I stepped in the college.....here I am sharing my experiences of bad fashion days.

Those were the tough days where my dreams vanished to feel free in terms of fashion .When I tried to fly while flapping my wings , entering in bizarre world of college.I felt myself lost in the crowd of seniors and all I could hear was -heyyyyy freshie! how dare you blah blah...you are not a model and your dress code during ragging period-first sixth month would be tri colored suits and try weirdest colors and it should not match anyhow and mind it to oil your hair till it will start dripping on your face. and if you will not follow the rules then...........god only knows.

After completing schooling and got rid of that school uniforms and pleated hairs , I thought that in college I can dress up myself the way I wanted to.All the time we used to wear those pathetic tri colored suits and oil-yuk ....it felt weird that too in the humid weather conditions.Whenever we freshies tried to break the rules ,we payed for it by writing notes for the seniors, entertaining them with all our skills of dance and music and they always wanted innovative things.

We were not less than any one so we tried to watch movie and went to movie hall wearing jeans and experimented with tresses.Fortunately, we watched the movie and enjoyed it like anything but we were watched by our seniors while having fun and caught once we came out.The thrill and expressions changed in a while and the smile curve took the reverse curve and we added a little more expressions of feeling sorry....with a blend of tears in eyes.When we reached hostel, we were received with grand welcome and the long list off to do things from seniors.

Those were truly BAD FASHION DAYS but memorable and brings smile on my face.

Saw my peer group going to school
but I never realized;
when I had become
पापी पेट का सवाल
I was begging with hurt.

Scolded, ignored, neglected;
subjected to abusive tongues.

cried
but then
someone came with concern
and said
if you want
you can earn food
while studying for free,
which way you want to go;
a life with respect
or wants to be a पापी पेट का सवाल throughout life.

For the children who feels the way I expressed it-''if you receive my message somehow than join Akshaya Patra as ''they will feed not only your stomach but also your soul ''

For those who can change their [above mentioned] lives than make a difference to someones life or lives, or those who can write [my fellow bloggers or readers] , write for them ...your efforts will feed them and your soul .

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Did that worry you?

Confused you, blurred your memory

Something is going on behind retina;

Faded thoughts,

Trying to unfold the mystery

A blood stained hand impression

Questioned the investigation

Turns and twists

Twisted again

Mystery unsolved

A home carpeted with blood

Kids killed and never seen again

Pieces sold from their bodies

Left several unanswered questions

Mystery dissolved

A girl going home midnight

Disappeared from sight

Cloth over her mouth

She swallowed her cries, her pain

Thrown away once torn apart

Mystery on hold

Unsafe roads scares

Night on roads worst than a nightmare

Road turning into mischievous forest

Wearing insecurities

Beholding breaths

dread in eyes

Rushing towards home

Everyday conquering over fear

Wrapping strength

Disoriented by flapping tongues

Thoughts permeating on paper

Unrevealed mysteries flare up.

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This place have been the ducky meeting spot, though looks like a haunted place, for Amy and Sam; they used to spend times together their for hours.Their was romance in the air and waves were singing love songs.Everything was so perfect ....Amy gave her creative touches to this house and she used to stayed their long hours for waiting for her beloved , in fact she used to love waiting as she always had reached that place hours before the meeting time.She used to put flowers in the flower vase, clean up and decorating that place ,spraying room freshner to freshen up the ambiance. She was one of her own kind. She used to greet her lover with a warm hug and talking for hours.....eating in candle light [as their was no power] than dancing together.

Life was like a fairy tale to her.One day Sam told Amy that he has some urgent work and need to go out for five days.Amy was disheartened by the thought that how could she live without him for five days,Amy was forcing him to stay or to take her with him. He denied because of urgency to go.She cried a lot tried to stop him but all in vain he left her waiting in their favorite place.

She waited for him and every second was like years for her.She loved him from core of her heart.She never realized someone was following her.When she went to her favorite place, she realized someone is following her but when she turned back she could not see anything.She was scared but started moving fast towards that place.
This time she heard footsteps but once she turned nothing was there.She was scared to death and started running towards that place, finally she reached there and took a deep breath.She started writing what she was feeling for her lover.

Then some force stopped her from writing and stabbed knife on her back and quickly went away.Now she wasn't scared but she wanted to write something for her lover

''waiting for you leaving me betrayedwanted to live moreto wait for you

you owe mepeople bowed meforce metaught me new lessons of life

they said to forget youto throw you awayfrom my thoughtindeed,I waited for you

you promised to come back i told you not to goyou left me on my fate

a knife entered my backi could not see that facebut i know it was you

my hands are shakingmy breath is breathing i will come back

i will back to look into your eyes to ask you the reasonfor taking my life.''

Sam was scared to be caught by the police and went to that place in the middle of night to destroy all the proof and her dead body too.He started laughing when found a blood soaked letter and said Amy you were such a fool but I enjoyed your company.You were asking too much from me....commitment.But when he entered that place where he killed her, he couldn't see her dead body instead a girl was sitting with her face covered and sparkling red eyes.Those eyes were very innocent when alive but this time instead of tears blood was dripping through her eyes.She was silently looking into his eyes for answers.

But she never needed his answer though, he was not worth giving a chance .She came with the speed of light and hugged him so tightly that he could not breathe. She hugged him to death and still she is waiting inside and sometimes peep out of her favorite place ...........to hug or to tell her story.

Warning-enter at your own risk

disclaimer-this story is just a trigger to mystery in imagination and a piece of fiction.

"This post is written for BLOGESHWAR (link to the facebook page) and Anubhooti (link to anubhooti.com)

About Me

Welcome to my blog....I am Dr Pratibha Singh and I am trying to create awareness in people so that people can have healthy and beautiful smile.Smile improves our face value and giving that wonderful smile is our[dental] profession.So keep reading and updated.